"Intruder! If you are allowed to escape unscathed, Impel Down will be disgraced! In the name of the director, I will impose the death penalty on you!"
Hannyabal raised the Blood Sucker in his hand, and drew a silver arc in the air with the long-handled double-headed knife, while not forgetting to shout at the jailer beside him.
"Get some rhythm!"
The guards on duty near the director's office took out drums and maracas from nowhere, and their movements were as skillful as if they had been rehearsed countless times.
The head of the drum set was slightly hot from the residual heat of the ground, and when the drumsticks were struck, they made a dull and metallic sound.
The rhythm of the maracas is fine and dense, like a swarm of ants crawling on the iron sheet.
As this exclusive music played, Hannyabal came out with a strange accent, and the whole person began to spin the Blood Sucker in his hand at high speed.
"Hanni! Hanni! Come on! ♬ Hanni... Nibal is here! ♬ "
He seemed to be singing a march that only he could understand, and every note was on the right beat of the drums.
Blood Sucker The blades at both ends burst into flames as they rotated, and orange-red flame tongues licked out from the surface of the blade, dragging two spiral trails in the air.
"Remember it for me! Hannyabal Carnival!"
He shouted, and slashed Blood Sucker towards Kalifa, which was spinning to the extreme. The flame blade cut through the air, leaving a scorching mark.
"[Scorching Hell Chariot]!"
Is this person an idiot?
Kalifa, who had watched the whole monkey scene, put on a speechless expression. He activated his ability and teleported away from the place.
The flaming blade passed by her original position, cutting the iron railing behind her into two pieces, and the fracture burned red.
Kalifa squatted down and touched the floor with both hands. The moment his fingers touched the stone surface, he activated his ability and opened up a floor that was three people wide in front of Hannyabal's shocked eyes.
Under the floor is a vertical passage. Cold air surges out of the passage, and white cold mist spurts up from the opening like a reverse waterfall.
The cold mist of Freezing Hell and the hot air of Blazing Hell met at the entrance of the passage, condensing into a thick white mist. The temperature of Level 4 dropped by several degrees in a few seconds. The sweat on Hannyabal's face was stimulated by the cold air and turned into sticky cold water.
Impel Down doesn't have the luxury to integrate Seastone into the floor, but only uses them in cells and special weapons.
Even if the elevator is out of service, Kalifa can quickly reach Level 6 by using the ability to open the door, Infinite Hell.
"Stop! Don't run away!"
Hannyabal burst out at a speed that was not suitable for his fat physique. He picked up Blood Sucker and chased after him. The stone road under his feet made a dull sound under his tread, and the meat on his belly swayed up and down with the rhythm of running.
The jailers belatedly picked up their weapons and attacked.
Kalifa ignored the attack from behind, waved his hand and opened a door Air Door. He clicked on the headset and asked softly:
"Which one of you is willing to deal with that idiot deputy director?"
The two women who stayed in the different space whispered a few words. Then, Lami, wearing a JK uniform, walked out of Air Door, raised the long knife made of high-temperature-resistant material in his hand, and slashed out a wave of fire.
The high temperature like lava destroyed the long-range attacks of the jailers using their weapons, and the fire wave continued to move forward, swallowing the jailers.
Their bodies curled up, carbonized, and shattered in the high temperature, and in the end only black scorch was left.
"This feature is...Lunarians. Why is the skin white? Shouldn't it be brown? Could it be that she is a person with the ability to change her appearance..."
Hannyabal stopped in time. The soles of his feet rubbed two shallow marks on the ground. He looked suspicious and had many questions in his mind.
Although he claims to be the director but is actually the deputy director, he still has some knowledge reserves.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be sitting in this position. In his impression, Lunarians's skin should be brown.
Lami did not immediately pay attention to the change in the enemy's expression. She carefully looked at her intact knee-length skirt. Seeing that her carefully selected clothes were not damaged by the high temperature, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Germa style Battle Suit did not suit her aesthetics. Among the various uniform samples provided by Lucas, she fell in love with this set at first sight.
Although her current outfit is made of high-temperature-resistant synthetic materials, it is inevitable that she will be worried when she wears it for actual combat for the first time.
Lami has always cared about her own image, whether it was clothing or skin. She didn't like brown skin very much. After carefully studying Lunarians's genes and discovering that skin color is an external manifestation of genes, she decisively made changes to achieve her current appearance.
"It was not my intention to attack the distracted little girl, but I have my duty. I'm sorry!"
Just when Lami was taking stock of her own condition, Hannyabal unknowingly touched her side, grabbed the handle of the knife in the middle of Blood Sucker, and slashed out.
The blade struck Lami's neck, making a dull sound like hitting thick leather. Her neck was suddenly dented, but there was no blood.
"Uncle Fatty, I was not distracted. Since you know this race, you shouldn't attack me at this time."
Lami pointed at the flames burning behind her head. She used the Disease-Disease Fruit ability to transform her genes into Lunarians, instead of just becoming the appearance of this race.
Lunarians, of course she has all the racial talents.
Even the offspring she gave birth to in this state would have the blood of Lunarians.
"This defense... is real."
Hannyabal's forehead broke out in cold sweat. He exerted force on his feet again, and his body retreated tens of meters.
"Uncle, my parents told me to value life. If possible, I don't want to kill anyone. Just lie down on the ground for a while."
The flame behind Lami's forehead suddenly extinguished, his speed increased sharply, and he disappeared from the spot. He appeared behind Hannyabal and placed his palm on his shoulder. He activated the fruit's ability and created a disease that forced people into weakness.
The virus entered the body, and Hannyabal's vision went dark. His knees softened, his steps were unsteady, and he staggered to lie on the ground. Blood Sucker slipped from his loosened fingers and hit the ground.
Lami ignored Hannyabal, who had lost his fighting power, and walked towards the director's office with his long legs, preparing to deal with Magellan together.
She hadn't taken a few steps when she felt a touch on her legs.
Looking back, I saw that Hannyabal had used some method to regain her strength in a weak state. Her fingers were tightly holding her calf.
"Intruder! This director is not dead yet! Where do you want to go?"
Hannyabal was lying on the ground with his forehead touching the ground. He stretched out his arms with difficulty and let out a weak roar.
"Fat uncle, let go. If you continue like this, you will die."
Lami's eyes flashed with compassion and determination. She respects life, but she will still take action when it's time to take action.
She is not only the daughter of a doctor, but also the woman of a "big criminal".
She already had the consciousness to take other people's lives.
"Intruder, if you are allowed to walk out of Impel Down, I don't know how many civilians will stay awake at night for fear of losing their loved ones!
I will never let you walk out of my Impel Down alive on the honor of the director!"
Hannyabal burst out with strong will, inserted Blood Sucker into the ground, and supported his weak body to get up from the ground little by little.
"I didn't expect that the first life I took away would have such belief. I will remember you, fat uncle."
Lami sighed. He wrapped the long knife in his hand with his own flame and cut out a bird-shaped flame. Magma-Magma Fruit's high temperature burned Hannyabal's skin. Severe pain surged throughout his body.
He remained silent until the flames engulfed the last trace of his outline, and his body gradually turned into an indistinguishable mass of charcoal.
TO BE CONTINUED